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Eternity (Free verse) by Dovina

What shall I do After I die? Newport Shores? A lot with a view? Close to Fashion Island? As in real estate It’s location location location Her condition’s going down I heard them say But the opposite is true Strength and vigor exhausted A good sign Draws a satisfying vision Up to Mt. Nebo I’ll go No earthly Canaan for me Upward, onward!

zodiac 25-Oct-05/12:34 PM
Stop it. You're so proud of yourself for supposedly ruffling our feathers. Whatever. We've heard this stuff since we were kids. If you'd bother considering the disintegration of the self into the godhead at the moment of death, and whether that means you or your protagonist will ever actually experience God/heaven in any form recongizable as 'self', you might ruffle us.

To whatever you might respond, my response is:

The medieval mystic Catherine of Siena believed Christ had married her in a vision with the foreskin of his circumcision.

Check and mate.




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